A Recurring Dream….

I find myself standing on a grassy plain. The hip deep blades of green sway lightly in a dusty hot breeze.

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I am well. Whole. Undamaged. And standing in silver plate armor, A four foot steel blade in my right hand. .

Below me, the plain opens up and leads Eventually to a river, surrounded by Small clumps of low-lying trees. Birds wheel in the argent pre-dawn sky. Behind me I hear them coming. As always.

. I turn to face the coming terror, And am shocked by the sheer devastation now before me. Bare, cracked earth rises to a Dead and Burning peak jutting into The silver-streaked air. .

Coming towards me at a loping run are The Horde. A mass of hatred and vile desire incarnate. And I, alone, stand between their ravening hate And the land and all I love behind me.

I raise my blade as the sun crests the horizon behind me. It’s light merely bringing into focus The revulsion coming at me. I brace my feet and lower my blade, Ready for another day of slow defeat.

. For age-long minutes I hack and chop At the never ending host before me. My blade rising, falling, rising. Hewing flesh like timber Destined for some homesteader’s morning fire. .

The hours go by. Wounded and alone I am slowly forced To give ground. Step by step they defile and destroy Every inch of this valley that I love. Until I stand ankle deep in the water Of my beloved river.

Behind my armored back, On the far back of this pristine stream, Stand those I love more Than life, or death Itself.

To fail is to be forced To stand and watch As this evil mass, Destroys that which I Love Even more than myself.

The water runs red and clotted with the Chunks of gore I have hewn from my enemy. And yet they still come. I no longer see their faces, The late day sun mercifully shielding most of the horror from my eyes.

. And yet I still must give ground. Knee deep. Thigh deep. Hip then chest deep. it is all I can do to raise my blade. .

And then I am in over my head. My dented, gore clotted armor Drags me down. Bubbles rising slowly to the glimmering surface….

With a start, I awaken again into this broken body. And almost wish I could have stayed there.

So beautiful….& so touching. I realize that I only “know” you from the chronic pain page on FB, but whenever I read what you write-whether it’s there, or here-I feel as though I truly “know” your soul…I feel your emotions, your pain. It’s like gazing into a mirror-looking back at myself; only YOU are the one who put the pen to paper.

I agree with the last comment…PLEASE stick with this. You are helping more than you probably even realize. For that, I THANK YOU.